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Not for the faint of heart - "A Natural Aggression" Jan 29, 2007 6:38 pm
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"A Natural Aggression"

scattered skin floats restless in the wind
and skirts the wearied shopkeeper with dust.
Broom in hand to clean the shattered street
he bows his head, this witness to a tryst.

From shadows cladded only with a prayer
emerged the sounding keen - a killing heart,
a burning scream flung hollow in the midst
to cure the hour that yearns relentless hope.

Sure footed like a dancer moving time,
he entered as if meaning were intent.
Slow motioned in the act of: all did stop.
And death became the scent of burning men.

And in the evening gloam the shop is lit
with men who sweep in peace and linger last.

** picture credit: cnn
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Can Jan 27, 2007 4:37 pm
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My mind strings and beats with words that will not arrange in poems and work themselves into regulation form for the writer of the new generation will pattern a repeat in his own discreet way of those who came before with those never-ending sentences and you know who I mean even if you didn't do the same dose of literary measure but the son belies the father even after death.

Of all those nine degrees separating William Burroughs from me who was the madman genius and who rode the untalented but forceful wave of words to the finish swimming on the resource of originality and minds that blurred easily enough and needed a heavy rest from the Faulkner, Lawrence, Pollyanna and the enraged child disgraced and filtered through to regions reached only through hyperbole and strung out alleyways.

There was never a consciousness he claimed to string you along far flinging with endings diminishing the meaning and put the commas where you will but this is what I meant not to do still it came and spilled and covered this space as it was hurled.
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Air Jan 24, 2007 6:18 pm
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I reach my hand to touch your gentle face,
as air takes fingers lightly on its wings.
Thus in the stillness of a longed embrace
you feel the echoed trace the wind will sing.

The sound will float and tremble on through time,
to hold the touch and meld it into earth.
Waved particles will shelter it as mine,
a stir to carry heaviness of worth.

So simple is the breath we wish to sail
and send with silver gale our secret dare.
But, in the trick of days we bend to fail
the knowingness and magic of the air.

My hand is reached and faces in the breeze,
heart heavy with the season, yet at ease.
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Villanelle Jan 18, 2007 2:38 pm
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The frost that covers still this mulch and leaf
does grave the soil I part with saddened hands.
To winter I give seeds of my own grief.

Place in the gritty darkness to receive
a pearl of hope that time heaves unto land,
I sink my hands and pause with gritted teeth.

The bulb is towarded up and right-side leans
to seek the lemon layers stretched in bands.
To winter I give seeds of my own grief.

I tilled the furrowed soil to sate my need.
Winter took you; my eyes were on the land.
I sink my hands and pause with gritted teeth.

Now green will loom and beckon from beneath
and petals unfurl slowly in my hand.
To winter I give seeds of my own grief.

Yet now this gardened place of my relief
grows honor in these flowers as they stand.
To winter I gave seeds of my own grief.
I sink my hands and pause with gritted teeth.
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Whisper Jan 14, 2007 6:04 pm
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Come to me in whispers
turn your lips and sweeten here,
make your words a future wonder,
murmur thoughts as they appear.

Speak in breezes as you watch me
hand me letters one by one
make time tangle out before us
cast your spell, it won't be long.

With no touch to come between us,
your simple song upon my cheek
give me rest and take me with you
as we both learn how to speak.

And for now this gentle sentence
in your hands must be unknown,
yet I wander in the music
of a voice that stands alone.
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ta da! Here it is Jan 12, 2007 6:49 pm
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YOU ASKED FOR IT, AND HERE IT IS
NEXT TIME, YOU REALLY MIGHT SHOULD STOP ME, MICHELLE

You really mustn't say
but I'm sure we want to know,
what happened on that day
when you said you had to go.

A face just like my dog
whining at the door,
we knew it may have been
the beer the night before.

A group of us were there
slumped over morning haze,
when suddenly a flare
of sound lit us ablaze.

Flash of white and red
a blur you moved so fast,
jumped over all our legs
not sure you'd make it past.

From there I cannot say
if you made it like you hoped
or if you had to take
your laundry to the soap.

And afterwords you looked
a little like my cat,
chagrined at your mistake
but satisfied, at that.
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The Gloaming Jan 10, 2007 6:14 pm
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I am the gloaming
shelved in the half hours of night,
walking you away
weary with your delight.

I am the last glimmer
that lightly lingers in the grass,
the sullen sated now
with 'even on - I bask.

I am the fallen
that portals through til dawn.
The gray drive home,
a whispered memory of song.

I am dulled
and quickened in my depth.
My path is broken,
final is this last breath.
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I didn Nov 30, 2006 10:46 am
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I didn’t help you
like we planned.
It seemed we had time
and knew what that would bring,
and I would be there.

We did not promise.
Promises are lost
in the dust of time.
And your kindness was never
a keepsake for the future.
You did not expect.

We knew you would need me one day.
Look what knowing means -
forgetfulness and things I could have done.
But, we knew and looked past
what we should have.

I didn’t help you
like we planned.
We had so little time.
And, I am left.
I am not there.
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this is it Nov 20, 2006 5:33 pm
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One last day.
Won't you say it's here?
Leave and carry it
when you've oh
now you've gone.

You'll never see the same place again
be the same face, leave a trace
of you in me.
Not any of it
will be the same again.

Outside you just go.
One last day this time
is it I know.
And I watch you leave it
behind beneath between
what doesn't grow.
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